No, Duke didn’t come with me.
Yesterday was PET scan day and a very exciting one at that. [Funny how excitement can take on so many forms.] It was pretty easy, really. I chugged a liter of raspberry flavored contrast [which tasted far better than my glucose tolerance test syrup from last fall], napped in a recliner until it was my turn, then moved myself to the scanner for my last half hour of nap.
I was not expecting to hear anything back about it until next week. Fortunately, I had the awesome surprise of being able to do a brief review of the scan with a doctor just a few hours later. The results: It appears that the mass in my chest is the only one. What excellent news!
Unfortunately, it is noticeably larger, like just by sight, not even with measurement, than it was two weeks ago on the original CT scan of the area. I still find that part hard to believe.
Earlier in the week when Chris and I were running I told him that I could swear that it was harder to breathe and that I was sure that thing was growing. We both decided that I was letting it mess with my head and dismissed the idea that it could grow noticeably in such a short span. After all, I am notoriously bad at running in temperature over 60 degrees. Add in the Bob and a few hills and it was no wonder that I was struggling on my last few runs.
Based on today’s pictures, it seems like I was right about it being harder to breathe. The tumor is pushing on my trachea, compressing it to about half of its normal diameter in one place, some degree worse than when that was originally noted a few weeks ago. Pretty crazy stuff.
If I’m able to keep up with my running at all I am going to totally smoke Chris when my airway is back to normal!
As expected, I ended the day still not knowing what ‘it’ is. I can deal with that for now, especially since I now know that ‘it’ is alone.